#suugarcoated

[neighborhoodnecromancer]

@suugarcoated replied to your post:((That feeling when all you want to do is ruin a...

((“aw yiss sexy time– ah shit the walls are oozing ectoplasm, im sorry i swear this usually doesn’t happen…” #necromancerproblems. Alex somewhere in the distance like “I know that feel bro”))

((Yeeeaaah, exactly. I'm glad I'm not alone in being amused by that. And Raf and Alex could probably swap some pretty silly stories.

[incubabe]

@suugarcoated

       “Uh— I, um, th- that is…. ‘m f- flattered, I…”

A slow exhale heralds the cambion’s complete and utter lack of surprise. She isn’t disappointed, she doesn’t want to force anything -- but it’s a terrible thing, when you start seeing friends as food, too. 

    “Relax. Just say no. I understand -- and I’ll never      bring it up again.”

[incubabe]

@suugarcoated }

     “Y’ever think about what pregnancy would be like? I mean, aside from       the seventh-grade health class crap they feed you.”

[hisatonement]

*Nudges the bajeezus out of u off anon because i'm shipper trash with no shame*

*nudges u into the fcking sun because I too am shipper trash*

[incubabe]

I want the K //*casually leaves this here*

do the K for a demon smooch. 

>RNG rolls: 2. Cheek kiss. 

Addie always looked so peaceful when she was asleep. Certainly, she hadn’t been so when awake, having drank far too much at the bar and ending up depositing some of that bar’s small eats in Riley’s car. So the bar life...wasn’t going to be a thing with her. Duly noted, the cambion thought, grimly going through as many red lights as possible to get the empath home quick. 

It had been painfully difficult to get the girl down to her underclothes with her barely conscious – not for a lack of agility, but for her Hunger demanding in no uncertain terms that Riley feed. But the thumbtack she’d learned to keep secreted in her shoe to stab her big toe had allowed her to shake it off and get the sweet little baker in bed. 

She didn’t, though, deny herself this – just a little smooch against a rosy cheek, before she composed a note, left it on the bedside table, and shut the light.

[hisatonement]

Fairy Tale

The marriage was the only way too secure his Kingdom’s future. Money and resources were wearing thin, farmers were bringing home dying stock, their only hope was to unite with the neighbouring kingdom, a kingdom that had been prospering while their own suffered.

This was his chance to prove himself a worthy heir, a responsible heir, one who cared for his people. Though it was not talked about, everyone knew he was a bastard child, the King being unable to bear children and yet his wife still gave birth.

He rests in his chambers, he was usually such an optimistic boy, but as the wedding day grew nearer his heart began to wilt. He holds in his hand a ring, a wedding ring, his Grandmother’s ring. His Mother had given it to him as a wedding gift to give to his soon to be wife. He had hoped that one day he might give it to someone he loved.

He reaches for the servants bell and rings it twice, calling his favourite servant. She seemed to be the only person able to cheer him up, his only true friend in the castle

@suugarcoated

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suugarcoated replied to your post:glacialtactics replied to your post:you know that...

//-appears out of the shadows- i once watched fate zero (and then makai ouji which also features a kawaii desu version of gilles, hilarious) and live blogged about them on gilles’ blog, it was great

[ Oh my gosh where? I need to find this. xD ]

[neighborhoodnecromancer]

[cntd...] @suugarcoated:       “N- no! I know what strawberry jam looks like!” She made her own every time strawberries were in season. “A- are you okay? Where are you hurt? Should I take you to a hospital?” she asked, voice shaky, as her hands fluttered around him, uselessly looking for what she was sure would be some kind of horrible wound. She was prone to overreacting.

Her hands moved so quickly around me, poking and prodding my midsection. It tickled and I tried to hold back the laughter it inspired in me.   “It’s fine,” I grinned, catching her hands to hold them still. “I’m fine. Really.”  To reassure her, I pushed back the sleeve of my jacket, revealing not only the scars along my hands and forearm, but the fresh slice on the back of my wrist. It wasn’t really bleeding anymore and had started to scab over.  “See. It’s fine. That’s all. Nothing to worry about.”